Frank O'Hara Quotes

Grief is exhausting.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

I know what it's like to lose.

Grief jumps out at you when you're least expecting it.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

Grief is an emotion that's almost unplayable because you're in a separate emotional state; it's an inconsolable emotion.

To be perfectly frank, there is an odd place after losing a child, where you think somehow your life is worth less.

It was the saddest day of my life.

My music comes from heartbreak - from feeling what it's like to lose everything and not being able to express it through words because it doesn't make sense.

You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.

Nothing remained but loneliness and grief.

And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow.

I imagine there's a market for total depression. I grew up on George Jones and that really dark stuff.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.

In the country of pain we are each alone.

My heart burnt within me with indignation and grief; we could think of nothing else. All night long we had only snatches of sleep, waking up perpetually to the sense of a great shock and grief. Every one is feeling the same. I never knew so universal a feeling.

It's easier to identify with loss than love, because we have had so much more experience of it.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

If I told you the tragedy parts, we'd all sit here and cry.

The delta blues is a low-down, dirty shame blues. It's a sad, big wide sound, something to make you think about people who are dead or the women who left you.

After I got over the terrible pain of having something of mine taken from me, I began to think how bad everybody else must be feeling. It wasn't a nice time.

My father's death, my move, and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress, pain, and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

Tears are the silent language of grief.

Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.